Emptying self to wind

    Kind of odd at this moment. Rather awkward of
all things. Just coming up from being where I feel the
best to almost tears as I enter toxic fumes.

   Ah but I should just get out. Away. I so loathe
being in this environment yet I must be considerate
and kind.

  Dreaming about getting away. Where to? Does
it matter? Not really. Too distant from anyone in
family anyhow.

  Don't dare tread where I am not wanted. Rather
seek out nature. Facing myself out a door.

   So pardon my dust, my shattered look but I rather
be running now, escaping because of distance
everyone puts me.

   Perhaps that is necessary. The instances of a
wave but is it sincere. Rather not know currently.
Just empty myself out of this room in any way possible.

   Hmm. Gather myself and trying not to offend
anyone I back myself into a silent room allowing
siblings to shine.

  The tears, the sniffles who cares. Shrugging my
shoulders I just am going to get out.

             Now.